I went to church with Theo in the morning, and, in the afternoon, we took a ride in a Park Wagon to Schloss Dyck, the chateau of Prince Salm-Reifferscheidt-Krautheim. I give you the full name in order that you may know what a load some of these Princes have to carry with them, just in the name alone.

The grounds are beautiful with beech trees old enough to be your grandfather. It took three of us with extended arms to span one of these old fellows. Fine boulevards of trees, forming grand gothic arches. It was fine and we enjoyed it very much.

We returned to town passing through old quaint villages. Neuss itself is quite an old town. It is mentioned as a Roman fortress in the annals of the Batavian war, under the name of Novesium. It has a population of 30,500. Theo tells me that some years ago they excavated an old roman grainery of storage room for the Roman army, and he had some of the wheat which is more than 2000 years old.

We had a fine supper upon our return. Theo is very comfortable situated. His wife is from an old aristocratic family of the nobility, and she has many of the old heirlooms. The entire outfit was furnished by the mother when they married, as it is customary in Germany, and all the linen and cutlery and chinaware had the coat of arms with a crown above it.

Her mother is a very pleasant lady, and we are having a good time together. They are anxious to please us, and we have to eat and drink to please them until we cry “enough!” He has a fine garden with two men to keep it in good order, and you may know how I enjoy it.

Well I must close, I expect to leave here on Wednesday and I am glad that I have caught up with my correspondence. We all send love to you.

Dad